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Without notice, we have arrived at the Medica Centre hospital. Fatwa immediately parked the car. After that, he returned to see me enter the hospital.

“You wait here, yes. Let me take the queue number,” ucapa Fatwa after I sit in the waiting chair.

I'm nodding. After that, Fatwa went to pick up the queue number.

I circulated the views, hmm. .. the patients were quite a lot as well. I glanced at the watch, it was 2 o'clock past. I'd better call mama first so she won't worry about me coming home late.

Just as I was about to press my mother's contact number, suddenly Fatwa was already standing before me. He handed me a piece of paper.

“Printing number 54, Res. No pa-pa, ‘kan?” fatwa.

I glanced at the display above the orthopedic section locker. The new Dispalay shows number 42. That means, I have to wait for eleven more patients before my turn finally comes.

“Why, Res? Too long waiting, huh?” guess Fatwa.

“Emang long time anyway,” said, “but yes, no pa-pa. We have also arrived here,” I replied.

Seeing the struggle of Fatwa who wanted me to heal as usual, made me unable to ignore his efforts.

“Alright, we just wait,” Fatwa said while sitting next to me. “Do you want to play halma?” he pulled out his cell phone.

I smiled and nodded. Hmm, do this game, make the time pass quickly. We started playing halma while waiting for our turn.

“Nona Octora Resttyani!” call a nurse.

“Res, your name is called tuh!” Fatwa.

“True, kok Res not horrified,” I replied.

“Behold, we listen once more,” proposes Fatwa.

We were silent and watched the nurse who was frowning in front of the examination room.

“Nona Octora Resttyani!” the nurse called my name.

“Tuh, ‘kan, really. Yes, yes, yuk!” take the Fatwa and help me stand up.

“Ish.” I grimaced as I could not move my injured foot on the floor.

“Why?” ask Fatwa.

“Sick, Fat,” I replied.

Hup! Without giving me a warning, Fatwa immediately carried me. No doubt, I was the center of attention when Fatwa walked into the orthopedic examination room.

“Please sit!” orders of a middle-aged doctor seen from his nameplate named Doctor Rodriguez.

“Thank you, Doc,” replied Fatwa, lowering me on the chair.

“With Mbak Octora Resttyani?” ask Doctor Rodriguez while reading my registration card.

“Iya, right, Doc,” I replied.

“And this, must be her husband, yes. Ah, husband on standby apparently,” Doctor Rodriguez praised Fatwa.

“Actually she bu–“

“Ah, thank you for the compliment, Doc,” said Fatwa, narcissist.

I immediately pouted as the sableng lecturer cut my sentence.

“Hahaha, equally, sir. Yes, it should be like that if you are a husband. Because, our wife is our responsibility, not the responsibility of both parents anymore,” continued Doctor Rodriguez.

“Quickly!” timpal Fatwas.

Aish, why is this? I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

“So, what is your complaint, Mbak Res?” ask Doctor Rodriguez.

“Begini, Doc. A week ago, my legs sprained. It's fixed, anyway. But, for some reason until now it still hurts, Doc. In fact, I think, the more swollen. Sometimes, like numbness, and if used to walk, it feels like my legs feel weak, Doc, so unable to support their own body,”.

“Alright, Ma'am Res. Please sit on the bed. Let me check first?” doctor Rodriguez's.

With the help of Fatwa, I walked towards the examination bed. In a moment, the Fatwa helped me up three steps to sit on the bed.

“I check first, yes, Ma'am!” doctor Rodriguez said, crouching before me. He then held my leg and slightly massaged it on the bruised part.

“Ish.” I grimaced again as the bruised part came under pressure from Doctor Rodriguez's index tip

I'm nodding.

“What when you fall, Mom heard something sound?” Doctor Rodriguez asked.

I don't know how many times I've nodded in response to the middle-aged doctor's question.

“What does it sound like?” ask Doctor Rodriguez again.

“Approximately like the sound of a twig being stepped on,” I replied.

Doctor Rodriguez looks mangosteen. “Please sit back!” said it.

Fatwa came to me and returned to my chair. Carefully, he helped me sit on the chair.

“What happened to him, Doc?” tanya Fatwa looks worried.

“It seems, your wife's legs not only sprained, but also suffered a rift. To be more sure, I suggest that you X-ray your wife's legs,” Dr. Rodriguez said.

“Cracked?” I said and Fatwa together. We looked at each other and threw smiles at each other.

“Ya, judging by its characteristics, it seems to be cracked. But, as I said earlier, you should do a re-check, so that the handling is also not careless,” said Doctor Rodriguez.

“When should X-ray be done, Doc?” my many.

“Faster is better,” replied Doctor Rodriguez.

“How about tomorrow, Res?” tanya Fatwa looked at me.

“Didn't you have a lecture schedule tomorrow?” my many.

Fatwa.

“Lusa only. Coincidentally the day after Res there is no class,” I replied.

“Alright, the day after, Doc,” timpal Fatwa.

“OK. I'll make a schedule for the day after tomorrow. Now, I'll give you the pain medication first. Let's be a little comfortable,” Doctor Rodriguez said.

“Good, Doc!” my answer.

A few seconds later, Doctor Rodriguez handed over a piece of paper to Fatwa. "This is the prescription, you can make up for it in the pharmacy ahead,”, said Doctor Rodriguez.

The fatwa received a copy of the recipe. “Thank you, Doc. Then, we'll excuse you!” pamit Fatwa's.

Doctor Rodriguez smiled. “Sama-sama, hopefully get well soon!” said it.

After saying goodbye, Fatwa again saw me coming out of the examination room.

“You want to come with me to the pharmacy, or wait here?” ask Fatwa as soon as we arrive in the waiting room.

“Res wait here, no pa-pa, ‘kan?” ask the Fatwa.

“Yes, it's okay. I think also, you'd better wait here. The pharmacy is quite far away,” said Fatwa.

I'm nodding.

After seeing me sitting comfortably, Fatwa went towards the pharmacy.

I started taking my phone out of my blazer pocket. Because of the fun of playing halma, I forgot to tell my mother about my situation who could not go home on time.

After sending the message, I put the flat object back in its place. Just as I was about to fix the zipper of the bag, all of a sudden, I saw a familiar figure, coming out of the obgyn room. Ish, Image? Huh, why do I have to go back to meet that woman again. It seemed, she was already like my shadow that always followed me wherever I went.

Not wanting to say hello to her again, I immediately stood up and moved away from the waiting chair. Slowly, I set my foot to meet Fatwa in the pharmacy room.

Just as I was about to enter the apothecary room, Fatwa suddenly came out from there. His face again looked unfriendly. He's coming to me right away.

“I told you, wait there. Why even come here? Later his legs get worse, you know, Res. You, if you say you keep ngeyel anyway?” fatwa grumbled with regret.

“Haish, don't be so angry, dong. I purposely followed you because I saw Citra here. Yeah, I'm lazy to have to say hello again ma him. Then I came here,” I said.

“Citra?! Why would he go to the hospital?” ask Fatwa.

I'm shaking both my shoulders. “Entah, earlier, Res saw him out of the obgyn room,” I replied.

“Obgyin? Don't-don't..”.

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